"Kanni?" Zeng Mu frowned slightly. What could that guy have said?
"What did he tell you?" he asked.
Yenaier turned her head away. "He told me all about you." Then she turned back, her glowing red eyes unusually bright. "You like Ma Linya, don't you?"
"Huh?" Zeng Mu's expression shifted. "He told you everything? Why would he tell you about that?" He suddenly remembered the scratches on Kanni's face and glanced down at her hands. Those wounds clearly hadn't come from a blade, but from fingernails.
"Never mind why he told me. Just give me an honest answer. Do you?"
Faced with her serious expression, Zeng Mu felt a pressure unlike anything he had experienced before. For a moment, he couldn't speak. Only when something like murderous intent appeared in her eyes did he slowly answer, "That's a personal matter. I'd rather not talk about it."
"You'd rather not? What's there to hide? Either you like her or you don't. I just need an answer."
"All right." Zeng Mu spread his hands. "Since you're pushing me this far, I'll tell you plainly. Yes. I do."
Yenaier closed her eyes and let out a heartfelt breath. A few seconds later, she opened them again and looked at him with her usual gaze. "Good. Wasn't it easier to just say it? Keep certain things bottled up for too long, and they'll make you sick."
Zeng Mu shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand what she meant. Yenaier continued, "I've had something bottled up for a long time too. I want to say it here, where it's just the two of us, to you alone."
"I like you," she said firmly.
She was so captivating that day. Zeng Mu felt there was something unfamiliar about her, yet that unfamiliarity rested on an